At the age of 24 I moved to Nelson, BC to attend the Kootenay School of Art. I knew no one in the town or even at the art school yet. Being a student I had to live in economical housing. I had a room in a rooming house without a kitchen or living room and had to share a bathroom with a number of others. There was a hot plate and fridge in my small room, not much fun for the already cook I was. It truly was a depressing situation to find myself in.
In those days living in Nelson, I liked dry red wine so I would buy a bottle and drink it all alone in my room getting inebriated every night. I thought I might as well become an alcoholic; as it was in the family to be one.
Family of Alcoholics
Having graduated in Social Work I learned that my father, grandparents and uncles were not simply beer lovers they were alcoholics. The definition that I grew up with did not fit them as they did not fall or shout or even have the shakes if they did not have their alcohol for a couple of days. My father would say ‘I just like the taste of beer.’ Even my mother’s father and grandfather were alcoholics so I come from a long line of them.